Linda had her first Zoom meeting with her rheumatologist yesterday. Apparently, he isn’t seeing any patients in his office. I think it went well.
We went to Alameda today, first to the post office (outside mailbox), then Walgreen’s and Safeway. Everything went well. We didn’t get home until 3 o’clock, so there wasn’t time to do anything before pain class. I couldn’t find Floyd’s last email with edits to the Leadership Directory.
Angela was the host today. As usual, it was hard to hear (and understand) what she was saying. She did admit once, “I guess I mumble a lot.” During the open discussion, she started calling on people to state how they were feeling today. When she called my name, I started talking, then I realized she had not unmuted me. (We are not able to unmute ourselves.) She couldn’t figure out how to unmute me.
Francis’ part of the session was spent on breathing practice, and feeling how not only your belly but your back and sides expand with inhaling and shrink back with exhaling. The other focus was on the spinal column. He used a long PVC pipe to illustrate how the spine can bend forward and backwards and from side to side. So we practiced doing that, coordinating with breathing. There was no music and dancing today.
I discovered another possible screen layout with WebEx that enabled me to see the video of everyone who had their video on, which was only 2 or 3 others besides me. And with that layout, I could enlarge Francis to view full screen above the video screen of the other attendees.
After the online pain group, I had to “attend” a Zoom meeting with the Kinship Communications Team. There were 9 in attendance, with 2 or 3 missing. Justin was in charge. I didn’t say much. I only spoke when Justin went around the group, asking us to state our name, pronouns, where we are geographically, and what we see as our role on the Team.
“The purpose of my whole existence,” I began, “is to proofread and copy edit.” I continued. “Everything that goes out from Kinship has to go through me.” Then I thought that sounded pretty arrogant. “The reason for that,” I heard myself say, “is to make sure that every publication is consistent.” Hey, good comeback, Jacquie!Â
Of the 9 of us present, 3 were Black men, 1 Black woman, 1 Asian non-binary person, one Filipina (me), and 3 White people,
